Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 103: Hidden Camera

His hand landed on my leg, but I subtly adjusted my posture, causing his hand to slip away. But his eyes were now fixed on my chest.

He looked like a dog drooling over its meal.

"Is this your first time meeting a politician?" he asked in a low voice.

"Yes." Of course, that was a lie. If I told him I was friends with Haze, he might just faint.

"That explains it," he nodded. "Life as a politician is like this, Luna. We have to keep some things hidden. The media tends to dig too much, even into personal matters."

'Corrupt officials with shady, illegal dealings,' I mentally corrected him without breaking my fake admiration.

"I see," I said, feigning awe as I let my eyes wander the room.

I was scanning for anything unusual. I was looking for hidden cameras or CCTV systems.

I spotted them-two cameras, one near the TV and another in the kitchen, both aimed at the living area. I wasn't sure if Kesha had managed to hack into these, given how tight the security here seemed. If she hadn't, I'd have to convince the senator to turn them off.

"Are there cameras here?" I asked, pretending to be clueless as I pointed them out. "They're on," I added, noticing the red indicator lights.

At that moment, a thought crossed my mind. This was his favorite bar, and Evangeline had said he often brought women here to satisfy his urges. Yet, the cameras were always on. Was he secretly recording his encounters?

"It's for my safety," he said impatiently, grabbing my arm and pulling me closer.

placed my hand over his

in the mood to seduce him anymore.. Just the

dared to call himself a politician? No wonder the Colemans had him in their pocket-they were all rotten to

arms over my chest. "Turn those off, or nothing's going to

ticking, I figured I'd agitate more than just his libido-his blood pressure needed a boost too. "Who are you to tell me

pressing against me. "That's just for my safety, bitch," he growled. "I didn't know high-class escorts were so fussy about cameras. Most of the women I hire love it, so why

fleeting pleasure-none of them had ever called me a high-class escort. "I'm not a high-class escort. I'm not even an escort." I leaned in close, bringing my lips near his ear. "If that's how you see me, we can just call this off." "Who told you that you can?" he growled,

grip on my chin was firm. I could feel his nails pressing

He'd tried to assert dominance by refusing to turn off the CCTV

A famous

before pointing to the two cameras I'd noticed earlier. "Turn that f.

really yours, why would you let someone else see

stiffen as my words clearly turned him on. He got up, grabbed his remote, and pressed a button. The red dots on the

hidden camera remained. Did he think I wouldn't

he said, returning to his earlier position. "Shall we? It's the perfect

neck. I let him have his way, biting back an eye-roll as he kissed me greedily, his lips desperate and unrelenting. "You smell amazing, Luna. It suits your name perfectly," he

chuckle at his compliment. If the real Luna heard that, she'd probably

imagining her scowling and throwing a tantrum made me

groaned when his rough

a bra beneath my dress, I felt every inch of his

if something was clawing its way out of my body. The pain was unbearable, forcing me